Heaven's Die is Cast

[I was asked to do another poem by someone, however they left the choice of subject up to me, so I wrote this. There are many possible ways that this can be interpreted, and I believe each reader can derive different meanings from it. I hope it blesses you.]

Staring into the darkness,
Morose with no sharpness,
Trying to pierce this veil,
Woven tendrils of mourning wails,
Blocking all sight and sound,
Except the feverish pound,
Of your fearful heart,
As the tendrils about you dart,
Enveloping you in miasma of sorrow,
Leaving no hope of dawn tomorrow,
Leaching from you all joy,
Devouring hope, with you they toy,
Satiating fiendish desires,
In the extinguishing of your bright fires,
Leaving you dark and alone,
Alone ‘cept the anguished moan,
Falling in gasping breath from lips,
Lips of a soul come to grips,
With fearful, tearful cost,
Of hope deferred, and joy lost,
These tendrils push you down,
Trying to force you to drown,
In the dark depth of saturnine despair,
Dragging you down like a beast into its lair,
Clinging chains of depression,
Of soul anguish and recession,
As you choke and sputter,
And in icy cold shutter,
Forced beneath the flow,
Of swallowing serpentine sorrow’s blow,
That stream, that mighty river,
That shackling misgiver,
But then as your breath is at its last,
Something across your life is cast,
Tis not a shadow dark,
Nor some scourging mark,
Of past sins come back to haunt,
Or of mighty trials to daunt,
Tis a life line strong,
A saving from wrong,
It is a swimmer mighty,
To pull you free,
In this great risk he doth take,
To pull you out of icy lake,
Henceforth Heaven’s die is cast,
Will you grab hold before it is past,
Grab hold of The Mighty One,
Who is naught but Heaven’s only Son,
He will trade fates with you,
What do you choose to do?
Either way He feels the ice,
Either way, He pays the eternal price.